Текст (слова) песни: Dark Throne (Darkthrone) - The Serpents Harvest
[Lyrics by Satyr]
Feel the burning flame as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape Hordes from infernal wastelands united Under blackened wings Souls under the serpents banner with common flesh But a heart of scorn and painfull anger
Orgy of destruction - a "gesture of might" Gaze at the grey sky - hatred and poison
And from the vast towers of the underworld one could see shadows of Them in dark caves and endless halls Trample down bronze gate of tartaros Patient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalices Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the ages is at hand and when the garish slave of the seeds of life has turned into a torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep
Stare into the galactic fog - armageddon has been achieved
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